Last Word
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"Kagome, I-"
"No, Inuyasha. It's my turn to talk. I wanted to tell you that despite what people think, I do not harbor any feelings other then friendship for you. I do not love you, and never will." Kagome said softly.
"B-but, Kagome…" Inuyasha protested weakly. Kagome shook her head, an odd smile upon her glorious face. He reached out to put his hand on her shoulder. She shook it off.
"No Inuyasha. I really don't. Kikyo does though. You two can go to hell and be happy together." Kagome said brightly. A blinding smile was on her face, though her eyes told a different tale. She turned around and walked away, ignoring Inuyasha's soft protestations.
"But Kagome….I love you…" Inuyasha trailed off softly, his eyes shining in sorrow. He was confused and sad. How did he make such a mistake? It had seemed like she returned his affection. "Feh." The broken hanyou said once more, then turned from the spot. He went, not to Kikyo, nor to Kagome. He went to see the cursed sacred tree once more.
He stood in front of it, looking up at its large branches. Finally, he spoke. "I hate you. You brought me Kikyo and you brought me Kagome. And they both ripped out my heart without a care." Then he spat at the base of the tree and turned away. "It's only fitting that I stain and fertilize your roots with my body." He snarled, taking out Tetseiga, rusty and old. He had no one to protect.
He died a swordsman's death. He fell on his sword. One last word stained the air, hanging like a black curtain on a funeral day. "Kagome…"
Kagome's knee's buckled on the other side of the Sacred Tree. She was unaware of the hanyou corpse on the other side of the tree. She took the sacred jewel off her neck, completed after they had finally defeated Naraku. She wished they had never done it. She dropped it on the ground.
She looked up at the tree. "I hate you." She stated, unaware of how she had echoed Inuyasha's words. "You took me to Inuyasha, who I love, I love so much. He loves Kikyo. You made me rip out my own heart, so he could be with her and be happy." She spat at it. "I'll rot here, food for your roots. It's only fitting." She said in a small bitter, broken voice. She pulled out a vial of poison.
She died an all-to common death. One last word left her lips. If only it had been said earlier. "Sorry…"